Death Fall

Egg shells litter the nests bottom forlorn thoughts drift on the summer’s haze the nest crushed beneath the wheel of the mower still retained its circular form. High in the small woods I had created in the back yard bird song could be heard. The birds hidden by the abundant foliage chittered away. Were they the newborn from this nest? impossible to tell, one could hope. So many broken nests, so many lost children, so much rampant neglect and disregard nature was a true leveler. Reference: Chris Aechtner’s Verse Closer – line 1 eggshells Example for the REFRENCE CONTEST